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funkoars - the hangover (sesta remix) كلمات الأغنية

[hook: trials]
oh, wake up time to work
you’re like “no! f-ck that, fire me first”
for all the headaches, debt, stress, problems
whatever in the bottom of the bottle solves ’em
oh, wake up time to work
you’re like “no! f-ck that, fire me first”
for all the headaches, debt, stress, problems
whatever in the bottom of the bottle solves ’em
oh, you’re thinking ’bout giving it up
you’re like no, it’s the hangover, it’s the hangover
it’s the hangover

[verse 1: trials]
(check, one, two, uh, yo,)
yo, my head hurts from a nine to five desk clerk
super drunk in a technicoloured sweatshirt
last night’s dinner, my liver love liquor, like a big tipper
like a stripper, like a stick figure
(oh), f-ck the rehab, i’d only relapse
i don’t need jack sh-t, i only need jacks
spilling my drink like hansel gretel breadcrumbs
find my way back to the bar when i’m dead drunk
pop the lid off a bottle of sud
like a thief in the night pop the lock off a truck
me and don are in the city, coppers locking us up
don’t know what to do, like, keep blowing off like were junk
and, just like that, what was once a night cap
turned into the last scene of the empire strikes back
head in the clouds, while you were settling down i was out settling debts in a cold sweat feeling like

[verse 2: sesta]
you tell ’em that you’re giving it up
but you’re like no, boo them while they’re feeling you up
you only feel it when get no feeling, even it up
with every other demon inside, you feed em and run
or do you, cut your losses or richy rich offers
‘n sh-t sh-t you need without risks
you’re spilling a drip, but he called you a b-tch blew your buzz huh?
bet he gonna pay later when the clubs shut
now it’s a mean or an ends, you need to ring all your friends
and meet ’em in the back in need of revenge
but he a bc, and you a dumb f-ck, he out smarted you, better run son
you better jump in the car before they bury you
but you ain’t get very far, and hit someone in the dark now
you admittable criminal
oh, there go the lights no control headed for the pole

[verse 3: hons]
man i hate the hangover
see this rash that i got is the reason to use the w-ng sober
i drink ’till it’s lights out on the night out
my head hit the tiles i’m throwing out losing pie gow
send me to rehab with winehouse i’ll be get down with this chick but not down with her shtick (clique?)
so i guess that i’m sticking to hitting the hard liqour
never met my real dad, jack daniels my father figure
i drink ’till i’m past bitter
it don’t take away the pain, it just cover it up, like a masked figure
so i jaeger till i feel like superman
underwear on the outside, stumbling south side
back to my mom’s in that hackemhood
feeling like damaged goods, head spliting like an atom should
on the gr-ss ’til i’m spewing up bread
to jump on the wagon, then i do it again like

- funkoars

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